Having weaved
the journey of life with my dreams
I loitered all
the way baffled and unsettled
The depth of
happiness and agony I could not measure
Bearing with the
sweetest and the bitterest outcomes
With tears and
smiles both on the heart ans face
Wondered as to
what life was all about
Searching for a
home in every corner
No place seemed
to be familiar, none to rely upon
Days and nights
being spent with tears of blood
Passing every
moment in restlessness and haste
Unaware of the
point when the refinement gently manifested
The one juncture
when everything changed for the better
When I envisaged
the whole cosmos anew
Where love is
the home and love is the life.
With this
thought, I move on, now.
A wanderer I am,
I have no home of my own
As Love is the
breath and the universe is the abode.
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